I wait for you
where the road splits in two,
I'm forced to remain
uncertain which path is mine,
yet certain you will come.
I will open my abyss for you,
not as a prison,
but as a place to rest:
for an afternoon so perfect
it could outlast time.
I know, as every moth must know,
that the flame is its destiny:
even though the light was never made
for moths.
lightning thunder peals
laughter flashing smiles vanish
in a blink of eye
illusions fleeting binders
what is what was, tragedy
A momentary transcience that it had;
It floated on the water like it should.
The floating form, it’s fleeting and it’s sad,
And seeking form—its virtue—if it could.
It stayed there for a while, transfixed and still,
Reflected floating leaf, a moment’s glance.
Companions came to grow its needy fill,
In momentary glance; it grows with chance.
“How fleeting is my form!” the bubble cried,
And sooner than it thought, its death was sung.
Resistance is for naught; a viper’s chide,
A slither in fluid form, sweeping tongue—
Another rises to the surface dark,
The tiny form soon grows in silvery dark.
Being explores
The cause becoming
In transcience here
Brief is our stay
On earthly shores
Where being explores
The way to go
In script unsure
Is mostly trial-and-error
Follow the heart
That seems to know
Just how and why
The answers come
In unsure steps
That reveal hindsight
So many questions
That come to light
In odd equations
Some seek to find
The unknown sea
Yet fail to be
True magic is found
As courage acts
To fact and form
Be unafraid
For fear casts a veil
Burst all illusions
Life yields to love
Surpass the mists
Go beyond fear
A deep dark cave
Protects the truth
From undiscerning fools
Illumination comes
With layers peeled
Life's like an onion
See that you see
Beyond all sensing
Truth waits for you
Recognize your gifts
Use well your talents
Reason why you're here
Each to a lifetime
Well worth living
God makes no mistakes
Being starts flow
Becoming now grows
Blessings here show
Seek the true light
That lights your way
Dare to be just you
Just like a flower
Bloom where you are
Live your best face
Leon Enriquez
21 November 2014
Singapore
To crown the foil of window's questioning disclosure
and an afterthought—the ready sweep of old terrain
that would not seek completing, only slept
in still reflection of the passing hooves
returning from the wars, the lesser footfall
of the deer to gain the forest just beyond,
the baking of the sun...the years deluding...
This was only heritage, encapsulating ghosts,
but yet prepared to raise a living monument,
a friend to feast the eye, the body,
so contain each memory
within a morsel's succulence
as its own sacrament, bright red
and clinging to a disappearing past.
Then with a triple grace, the tree ascended,
fashioned from the vision
of a mind that saw the little slope
reborn as one observing, reaches back
into his heritage, illumining the trail
with purest loveliness pursued,
and finally in death, its richest wood
as offering to frame the instruments of art.
The thought is framed as is the view
outside the cabin window...longed for
even as fulfillment of an old desire.
Its fruit is of the years embedded
in the transcience of a hope
forseen on shipboard long ago.
Step across the time with me
and seek the cherry tree.
~
I watch worlds pass by ,
Transcience of me,
I blink and find myself in a better future,
Dream people I walk through,
Who try to control me,
I ignore evil as of no consequence,
And talk to no-one as best defence,
I shoot fast ';bang bang your dead';
And hold onto nothing,
For dear life.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.